poppy playtime chapter 3

A dim, flickering hallway stretches through an abandoned toy factory, its walls lined with peeling pastel paint and crooked posters of forgotten mascots. Scattered blocks and broken plush parts cover the floor, as if something crawled through in a hurry. At the far end of the corridor, a tall, lanky toy figure stands half‑hidden in the shadows — its stitched smile too wide, its button eyes glowing faintly like it just powered on. Pipes rattle overhead, vents hum with a low metallic growl, and the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for you to take one step closer.